Should winds speak 'o' orphans you must listen For last words fall when the soul drifts to dream O stale sweet words you offer but tears for a doomed patrol Ever building spirals, never knowing the plans The structure wails for a mothers bones Lo she speaks in a hall of symphony "Only when I left you, were you free to wander lucidly." (chorus) Go to the shores at darkest night and count the bodies in the waves If fingers stir the stones a serpent will rise From the tide From the flesh From the foam I'll say "I'm sorry" and you won't hear me For I'm leaving the shores in the belly of a beast Please don't forget me